They're Not Overalls

  Took long enough, but I've got some new gear. I no longer look like some human hick standing knee-deep in cow effluent, talking about the weather.

  I don't look cool and scary, either.  I need to work on this a bit more.

There are SOME limits.

  So, I think we've established that I'm nasty. I am Forsaken by choice, I'm a warlock by trade, I have no qualms about killing the living and ripping their souls out, whatever, it doesn't bother me. Even so, there are some things that you just don't do.

  I got a bit annoyed when I found out that Thule Ravenclaw (you've probably heard of him, he had this nice little setup on Fenris Isle with undead gnolls and so on) made his servant Alaric into an undead against his will. That's Lich King stuff, okay? Bad. And then he went and chopped the poor guy's head off and gave it to his gnolls to play with! Sheesh!

  (Admittedly, I probably wouldn't have reacted so badly if finding a talking head in a gnoll's goodie sack hadn't given me the heebies. Us warlocks don't like being given heebies. It looks bad.)

  Anyway, I felt bad for the poor guy, so I found the rest of his body and then got him into a nice quiet niche where he could rest. Then I went and killed Thule, because like I said, there are some things you just don't do. Or if you do 'em, you get consequences. I felt like being the consequences.

  Oh yeah... Sis got us into a guild. Apparently it's run by a friend of hers, some blood elf she met in Silvermoon. The friend is filthy rich, too, so this is pretty good! I'd be more cheerful about the whole thing if I wasn't starting to wonder about Zhar'grave, though. First he acts like a little kid going for a pretend ride in a boat, and now he's making jokes! "I... am void... where prohibited"?!? What the heck does that mean, anyway?!